Papa Roach – Between Angels And Insects
There’s no money, there’s no possessions Only obsessions, I don’t need that shit Take my money, take my obsession I just want to be heard, loud and clear are my words Comin’ from within man, tell ’em what you heard It’s about a revolution in your heart and in your mind You can’t find the conclusion, life-styule and obsession Diamond rings get you nothing but a life long lession And your pocket-book stressin’ You’re a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate For that shit you don’t need It’s too bad the world is based on greed Step back and stop thingking about yourself Start thingking about There’s no money, there’s no possessions Only obsession, I don’t need that shit Take my money, take my possessions Take my obsession, I don’t need that shit Cause everything is nothing and emptiness is in everything This reality is really just a fucked up dream With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul Flip ti inside out, it’s a big black hole Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid Posssessions they are never gonna fill the void Take it away and learn the best lession The heart, the soul, the life, the passion Present yourself press your clothes Comb your hair and clock-in You just can’t win Just can’t win The things you own, own you . . . KNOW!